Oh,
How much the wind endures.
It is the source
Of ones last breath.
It is the soft blow,
Whispering a confession of love.
It is the last goodbye,
And the first hello.
It is always there drying
Our tears.
Its what pushes our balloon
After we let go
Letting it float unto oblivion.
It listens to our every word
And takes it to another place
Where nobody can hear it.
~c.g.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC
Oh,
How much the wind endures.
It is the source
Of ones last breath.
It is the soft blow,
Whispering a confession of love.
It is the last goodbye,
And the first hello.
It is always there drying
Our tears.
Its what pushes our balloon
After we let go
Letting it float unto oblivion.
It listens to our every word
And takes it to another place
Where nobody can hear it.
~c.g.
